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Chapter 2: Clash with the Undead
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... where my past should have been. A beautiful face I once loved... now just grains of sand slipping through my fingers.
All I had left was my name: Clark.
This oblivion was nothing like sleep; it was drowning. I had just broken the surface, gasping for air. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I wore rusty armor, heavy and cold. I forced my eyes open to a small campsite—and the first thing I saw was him. A man. Something deep in my gut twisted with unease.
He sat beside a fa ...
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